To Be

Imagine being one with the stars

One with the universe and beyond

I look above and I look below

Yet all I see is a grand hallow

The whispers come and go

Through my mind of a window

I leave the window slightly ajar

So that I may hear the stories from afar

I open my mouth to speak

Yet all I utter is a squeak

My existence could be that of a tree

Connected to all that is underneath

I live then I die then repeat

Born once again as a seed